Chapter 86.1 Moving
Just before I left for Britain, there was an artifact eye transplant surgery. I couldn't miss it, so I waited, attended, and had the pleasure of watching a true master at work. Such careful and precise movements, clearly measured doses of magic, intuitive understanding of each step — it is simply amazing! Everything went well and without complications, now we just have to wait: in a few days we can remove the bandage and check how effective the girl's vision will be.
I also talked to Roger Petterson. To be honest, I was surprised by his sincere desire to repay me, because I honestly admitted that I just needed a test subject, but the man didn't care about that. The main thing was that my daughter would see it, and the rest were nuances that did not deserve attention.
The conversation was not easy, but in the end we came to this decision. With the words of the caring head of the family, I told him what I planned to create on my land, which caused joy and desire to participate, along with the payment of debts. For the time being, the Pettersons will remain in France, and when Callie has passed the rehabilitation period, the Master observed, the whole family will move to Scotland, to my land. The first house should be ready by then.
By the way, yes, I'm not used to being responsible for Kiriko, and she always slips my mind. So when she was "born" or hatched(?), I had to keep her under the seals of concealment until I explained that she had to hide until we left the country. Of course she asked "why". She looks about thirteen or fourteen, by the way, and her mind is somewhere near that age, so I was able to explain a little more to her than I could to a mere child.
The thing is, I was not prepared for the fact that the fruit of my labor would be a fully sentient being, a new species, and an obviously magical one at that. I don't know what means of control and observation there are in France, but I don't intend to risk the girl, I don't know if her charms will detect her and define her as a chimera.
By the way, I've seen chimeras — I was shown them on one of the walks in a special magical "zoo" in Marseille — the local climate allows to keep a variety of creatures without unnecessary problems. In general, chimeras, whatever they are (I've seen three different ones), make you feel "wrong," as if they don't belong in the world.
A homunculus is a meat puppet with a limited set of instincts. Kiriko, on the other hand, is a different story, but I'm pretty sure that if someone discovers her, they'll definitely take her away. Anyway, I sealed the girl in another ring that I wore around my neck on a lanyard.
About Dunois and Delacour. I didn't even think about cutting ties with the families, who turned out to be decent people, not bastards. We talked, with Lucy and Pierre, discussed the methods of delivery of my products, for which I was given a personal reusable portal with a binding exit in France in the Law Enforcement Department, in a specially prepared place. I will use it to personally deliver the seals and wands. What else?
We tested the completed artifact. I was satisfied because the reaction speed of the system was even higher than I had hoped. Now I wouldn't be so afraid if someone tried to shoot a curse at me unnoticed from around the corner. Lucy and Ludovic, who are experienced in combat, immediately recognized the "essential" disadvantage: the steel plates would block my view.
I vividly remember the fight with the woman with the guan-dao, so I think it is not always important, it is more important that from your "dead zone" did not "fly", and the rest — turn, run, do not sit still. If you see where it comes from, react, because now you know the position of the enemy. Besides, it's not for nothing that we originally put the ability to take shields under personal control, and the size of each shield is created to intercept the threat, that's all.
I spent the last day before my departure, or rather the daylight hours of it, in the company of the Delacour sisters. We walked around Paris, visited some seedling shops, and went to the Magic Quarter. I
spent the evening and night with Olivia. Her daughter, Rose, my age, tried to tease me on the subject of my taste, that is, the difference in age, saying that I lacked a mother. I wanted to answer her that I think, because her mother may be something and something about 35, but she is in the "very juice", and even the figure is such that just UH! And grace! And femininity!
And just such a quiet, domestic sexuality! Not a woman — a dream! But how to convey to a teenage girl a purely masculine look and taste? Especially if Olivia is a shapely woman, with voluminous breasts and butt, the daughter clearly went to her father — thin, slender, with barely visible breasts, in general, the ideal candidate in the model. In general, after spending the night with Olivia and giving her a silver pendant with a milk sapphire (an artifact against spoilage, evil eye, medium strength curses and astral entities), I left France.